FNAF: Things Are Never What They Seem (10)

Mike

6:34 AM

We mad it to the hospital alright. Dr. Jones was Bunny's docter. He checks out the wounds on her and checked her vital signs. According to him, we made it just in time. I sit down in a chair next to Bunny's bed, taking her hand in mine. She smiled at me.

"Now, if you can keep her awake for the next few hours, that would be great. We still need to be on the look out for signs of a possible concussion due to blood loss," Dr. Jones reminds us.

"Not a problem doc. I got it," I say, giving him a smile.

Dr. Jones nods and leaves the room. Bunny looks over at me, a million questions swimming in her eyes.

"Okay Bunny, I know you've got questions, go on and ask them," I say.

"What happened? Why were the animatronics acting like that? Their eyes kept changing and their voices... What the hell happened?"

"Calm down. It started when I heard a music box or something playing. I had plenty of power left, but the whole building went dark. Then Bonnie appeared in the doorway. I think... I think that he was possessed or something. When he grabbed me by the shirt, his eyes were flickering between pinpricks of light and the normal animatronic eyes. He said something... I don't remember what... Then he began choking me, shortly after I blacked out. I don't remember anything until you were sitting beside me," I answer. There was more I should have told her... And I really hope she won't realize it.

Unfortunately, she said, "There's more that you're not telling me."

God damn it all. "Bonnie... Before I passed out I think I heard him say in a voice that wasn't his... He said 'Bonnie's not pulling the strings anymore. I am'. Well... I think that's what it was..." I trail off and look away. Bunny nudges me to get me to continue. "Bunny, I think you were right about there being a stowaway animatronic. And I think it's the puppet..."

Bunny gasps. "I knew it. Called it, totally called it. In yo face Mike Schmidt!" she got excited pretty quickly. Then her excitement faded away when she realized what this means. "Mike... If this marionette is out for revenge... We're not the only ones in danger... So are the children.…"

I nod solemnly. "We need to do something Bunny. And fast," I say, looking into her green eyes.

"As soon as I get out of here, which is hopefully tomorrow evening, we'll work I let it out and end whatever this is," she says.

And I agreed.

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Bunny

The next 48 hours were horrible. I wasn't able to even go to the bathroom by myself until about twelve hours ago. Never before have I felt so helpless. With how much blood I lost from a single scratch that only required four stitches was remarkable. Even the doctor was shocked. Speaking of, Dr. Jones just walks into my room holding a clipboard.

"Jessica Martins?"

I sigh. As if he didn't know who I was. "Call me Bunny."

"Okay, Bunny, I have come with a reminder to you that you are being released this evening at 6:00."

"Thank you for reminding me of that doctor," I tried, but I couldn't keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

Dr. Jones walks out of the room and Mike walks in. He had a rather cheesy grin on his face.

"Flirting with the nurse again Mikey?" I ask jokingly.

"What? No, just heard that you're getting out of this hell hole tonight," he says with a chuckle. "I gotcha something~!"

"Ahw damn it Mike! I kept telling you that you didn't have to! Now I have to fucking get you something in return," I say. Not that I didn't want to get him anything... I just never have the damn money.

"When have I ever listened to you Bunny? Honestly?" Mike asks. "Now, close your eyes and hold out your hands."

I glare at him for a moment, and he just stares at me with his big green eyes. I roll my eyes and then reluctantly close them. I hold put my hands, and seconds later an box like item was pressed into them. I reopen my eyes and looked at the small velvet box. Curious, I open it to reveal a ring. On the inside of the box were the words "Happy Birthday!"

I look from the ring to Mike, then back to the ring. It was simple, a small yellow topaz sat in the center of swirling white gold. "How did you know it was my birthday?"

Mike shrugs. "Jaycie told me," he states simply.

I take the ring out of the box carefully, afraid it might break. The setting looked so delicate and fragile. Sliding it one, I was kinda shocked that it fit perfectly. I lean over and pull and unsuspecting Mike in for a kiss. When we separated, he had a rather surprised look on his face.

"I was not expecting that..." Mike mutters.

"Now you know I felt that night you kissed me for the animatronics," I say with a giggle.

Mike rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah yeah... I know," he chuckles. "So I take it you like the ring?"

"Like it? Are you kidding me? I fucking love it!" I say, smiling. "So... When's your birthday?"

"January 18, so in two months and three days."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Bunny you don't have to-"

"Save it Schmidt. I'm getting you something. Whether you like it or not."

Mike sighs, defeated. "Fine. But I won't be happy about it," he says in a whiny, high pitched voice.

I act offended. "Are you mocking me? I don't sound like that at all!"

"'I don't sound like that at all!'"

"Mike! Stop!"

"'Mike! Sto-' Ow! Okay, okay I'll stop. Damn did you have to hit me that hard?"

"It's the only way to get you to shut your damned mouth," I say.

Mike smirks. "Well... There is another way," he says with a wink.

"Oh, shut it Schmidt," I say, hitting him lightly on the shoulder.

I sigh and look around my hospital room. I'll be so fucking happy to get out of this hell hole tonight.